Chapter 135 - The Battle of Haigh Castle (VIII)
"Father... your son... died a worthy death.I hope I brought that honor to your name."
Brynden Rivers, thinking of his father in his last moments.
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Under the rubble of the cave, a figure could be seen kneeling. The Night King stared into the void on the left side of his own body with fury. Anger, fury, envy, injustice and resentment bubbled in his chest like a flame eating away at his sanity.
He had never imagined that, after thousands of years, his calm had collapsed in the face of a naked and cruel conspiracy by the Green Seer. Blue blood dripped to the ground, freezing the world around with an icy fury.
"Brynden Rivers..." The Night King muttered the Green Seer's name with a look completely consumed by rage. Looking at his own wound, he felt that if he had delayed a single step, he would be dead right now.
Standing up, the Night King could see the extent of the damage. Virtually the entire left side of his body had disappeared in the explosion, and blood was oozing from the horrific wound without obstruction.
Using ice magic, he stopped the bleeding and gradually rebuilt the lost part of his body. Finally, after an hour, he managed to recover completely. But unlike before, half of his body was now made of ice and snow; the flesh he had lost could never be recovered.
He moved both hands at the same time and noticed the delay in the response of the movements.
"Two seconds..." he muttered as he noticed how long it took his ice arm to respond to his commands. Although he already knew this, seeing it in person caused a deep hatred for Brynden to consume him. This weakness was no simple matter - he needed to constantly supply magic to maintain the ice structures and still control everything himself.
Hence the two-second delay between the flesh arm and the ice arm.